The Memories

Sometimes the memories,

Are like a whisper,

That I can barely hear.

Sometimes the memories,

Are like a shout,

That overwhelms me.

Sometimes the memories,

Sits on my heart,

And breaks it all over again.

All that’s left is memories,

And I’ll take them

Anyway they come.

12-8-23


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